The Love Journey of Lakshmi
What does a romantic date look like, according to you?
A question.
It was written on this tea bag.
A girl I know was drinking this tea and showed the text of the bag on her Instagram story.
‘A romantic date, what is that?’ Was her question.
She had put this text on the content of this little story.
‘Perhaps you should write it down’, I wrote.
‘Yes, that is a good one..’, was her answer to me.
There is this reel on Instagram I keep on watching.
Over and over again. The same video’s.
It has been weeks already.
So much of his reels and posts I have seen.
It is beginning to understand for me, that this repeatedness of this content is trying to show me something that is there for me to comprehend.
A lesson to be learned or something to be said.
I stood in the shower. The water touched my skin, my body was silent and still.
I stood there so quiet, that I almost thought I had done something wrong.
Words that I wanted to write to you came to my mind.
But I have already written it to you someday.
Writing to you once again, would make me a fool.
So I am writing it here.
Leaving it up in the air. Up to chance.
A message in a bottle.
Lately my mind goes to the word commitment.
What that means and how that looks like in life. Perhaps it is not only about being committed, but even more about what happens before.
Binding.
‘Do you understand that when you unfollow someone on Instagram it is hurting their feelings?’
‘No’, I replied. ‘I don’t understand that’.
‘I don’t experience it in this way, because it doesn’t say anything, besides the fact that I am not following you on Instagram anymore’, I continued.
When I watch the reels on Instagram I feel sad.
I often wonder how the world has become like this.
‘What is this thing with Hedonism?’ I asked him.
He took something out of the fridge and walked back to the stove. He was cooking. I was sitting on a little stool, a glass of red wine was on the table.
I believe circumstances can lead to not doing something, or being capable of doing something. We speak of a block. When it comes to writing it is more obvious. But perhaps the circumstances are not always the reason for the block. Let me put it like that.
But I think a lot of people are blocked. In many ways. Even without the circumstances.
And even without knowing. Not only the ones that are facing the writer’s block.
I was thinking of myself. Of the things I was writing. Not specifically something.
Ok, maybe just something.
I was thinking of my love life. Is it possible to have a block in Love? Or perhaps even ‘A Lover’s Block?’
I stared at the screen of my phone. I didn’t know what to think. ‘What had I just done?’
‘You are gorgeous’.
He said it to me a couple of times.
The first time, he said it to get my attention.
The second time, because I didn’t respond.